[altroots] A Poem by Seymour Joseph

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Ghosts Over New Orleans

Ghosts have risen over New Orleans,
Unforgetting, unforgiving ghosts
Hovering over their bodies floating,
Ghosts to haunt the nation,
Silent, unseen and yet reminding
That here was a crime of great
   proportion,
Of closed eyes and unwilling hands
   and the blind wind to blame:
       Let Nature have its devastation,
       Let it retrieve the lives it nurtured.
Those lives whose ghosts now rise,
   a cloud of shame
That hangs over the drowned city.
"Care for us" comes their cry like a
   bitter breeze through empty streets
       and houses,
"Care, yes care, not pity.
Let our due reverberate through
   mighty halls and simple rooms.
We ghosts of crime can never rest
   till retribution comes.
So care for us that such as this may never
   scar our land again.
Heed, O heed our ended lives
   and act upon our manifest."

Seymour Joseph

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Alice Lovelace
Myth Maker/Word Wizard
Coeditor of "Art Changes" at  In Motion Magazine www.inmotionmagazine.com

How can wealth persuade poverty to use its political freedom to keep wealth in 
power?  Here lies the whole art of Conservative politics in the 20th century.  
Aneurin Bevan, In Place of Fear, 1952

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